First, I end up at a dive bar. Second, my date stands me up. Third, the sorority squad from my psych class shows up. I think they’re slumming it and looking for trouble. They’re sure ogling trouble over there playing pool in his bad-boy biker boots. So when they start in on me, making fun of me for being alone and calling me a plain Jane nerd, I take matters into my very Type-A hands. Challenge accepted. I march right over to Biker Boots and throw myself into his arms. And he kisses me back! Uh-oh. What am I going to do now?